Fang
Fang walked down the bustling streets of New York City, lingering around to gaze at the familiar sights. The title "The City Never Sleeps" did fit; New York City was never quiet.
Tourists stood taking pictures at the famous landmarks and strolled into various shops. They laughed and smiled, clearly enjoying themselves. While, the regular New Yorkers hurried down the grey sidewalks, chaotically shoving people out of the way. Fang produced a deep chuckle. The streets of New York were always so hectic…
He continued to walk, shuffling his feet as he went, and his mind began to wander to those mystery eyes. What had that been, Fang pondered, utterly perplexed. Those eyes brought a sense of familiarity, but he swore he'd never seen them before. Those eyes would be hard to forget.
Fang passed a stand of roasted peanuts and suddenly, that same feeling from earlier took over his body. He'd been to multiple stands like this before, so why did this one feel so familiar?
"Hey!" a voice shouted from behind him. Fang whipped his head around and met the face of the roasted peanut stand owner.
"Hi?" Fang replied, his response sounding more like a question. "Do you want me to buy some peanuts?"
The guy looked conflicted. "Yes, but that's not why I'm talking to you. I remember you! You were the kid with the rag tag gang! You were with five other kids and then the next day, you were all over the news. You are the bird kid!"
Fang stood glued to the middle of the street, completely confused. "Um sir, I think you might be confused. I'm not a bird kid, I've never been on the news, and I've never been walking around the street with five 'rag tag' kids. I'm sorry."
"No I'm positive!" the man proclaimed. "You were here!"
Fang shook his head. "No I wasn't. Are you okay?"
The man shrugged the comment off. "I'm fine! But how can't you remember this?"
"Because I was never here. Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine! Maybe I got you confused?" the man scratched his head. "Now," he said, regaining his stance. "Would you like some peanuts?"
Fang shook his head, said goodbye to the man, and started his journey home.
That was weird, Fang thought. He was probably high or drunk. Because as far as he knew, Fang did not have wings. Fang sighed.
New York is such a strange place.
But, it couldn't hurt to do a little digging, could it?
"Internet, here I come. Let's research these bird kids."
Lol this chapter is so bad. But, I felt obliged to post something after the wonderful reviews you guys left! Thank you so much! I know this chapter is still REALLY short but I'm working on increasing their length. I'm sorry if this story is a little fast paced. Now, the ball is set and moving! I'll try to update as soon as I can. Rate and review! :P